Page 69 of The Quarterback
“Fuck,” Nick hissed. His fingers dug into Colton’s meaty ass, and his dick throbbed, leaping against Colton’s hole before the tip nudged at his opening. “Colton—” He bit his lip, as if he was stopping himself from saying more.
Pressure. A push. Slickness suddenly sliding against slickness. Nick’s cock moved into him faster than he expected, maybe faster than Nick expected, too. They both froze, Nick falling forward and digging his hands into the mattress by Colton’s head as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Colton clawed at Nick’s shoulders and squeezed his thighs around Nick’s waist, his head thrown back as he struggled to breathe.
Stretching. Pulsing. Nick inside him, but not all the way. Not yet. “More,” Colton gasped. “Nick, more.”
Nick shuddered and then thrust slowly, gliding the rest of himself—all of him—inside Colton.
Colton screamed, but no sound came out. His lips moved as his lungs seized, and he tried to fuck himself against Nick, trying to get more of Nick inside him, greedy, desperate for more.Come in me. All the way in me.He dug his nails into the quivering muscles on either side of Nick’s spine. Everything in him clenched around Nick. Like someone had wrung him out from the inside.
He could feel every inch of Nick’s cock inside him. So deep inside him.
He ground against Nick. Nick made an animal noise, a grunt or a growl, something dark and instinctive as his hips started to respond. He pulled back, then eased, agonizingly slowly, into Colton.
Colton panted, his lungs dragging in tiny puffs of air that got punched back out with every roll of Nick’s hips. Precome soaked his stomach. Nick’s belly slid against it, smearing it between them as he pressed their bodies together.
Gentle movements gave way to longer strokes. As Nick pulled out farther, his cock head dragged across the place his fingers had caressed, shooting raw joy like a drug throughout Colton’s body. He screamed again, grabbing Nick’s head in both hands. He spread his thighs wide and planted his feet on the mattress before bucking up and meeting Nick’s every thrust.
Nick groaned, the sound wrenched from deep inside him. He sank into Colton, hard and strong, then pulled all the way out. Colton gasped, bending forward and trying to chase him, but Nick pinned him, his fingers squeezing on his nipples as he lowered his head and swallowed Colton’s cock.
Sensation. Too much sensation. Suction. Heat. Emptiness. He thrashed, bucking into Nick’s mouth as Nick sucked once, twice, three times—
Nick pulled off and rolled Colton, manhandling him like Colton was half his size. He flipped Colton onto his belly and spread his thighs, then pulled his hips up until his spine was arched like a ski jump. Colton grabbed the edge of the mattress over his head and buried his face in the sheets.
Pressure, again. The slide of Nick entering him. He howled, the sound muffled in the bed. Nick’s shaking hands squeezed his hips, then roamed to the small of his back and over his ass cheeks, gripping the meat there.
“Yes,” Colton grunted, turning his face to the side. Behind him, Nick was painted in shadows and candlelight. “Nick, yes.”
“Colton…” Nick’s eyes closed. He squeezed Colton’s ass again.
It was, hands fucking down, the most intense experience of his life. Pleasure raced up and down his spine, spread like wildfire along his nerves and veins. Pooled in his stomach and his burning thighs, then swirled around his arms and out to his fingers and his feet. He tore the sheets from the corner of the bed, curled his toes in the rumpled bedspread. Grunted with each thrust of Nick’s cock inside him. Every push touched something buried in his core, something dark and mysterious and needy, a place that wanted Nick with a hunger that made his eyes tear up and his vision blur. Shameless need made him moan. Made him plead and whisper Nick’s name.
Nick pulled out and rolled Colton again, covering him with his body and kissing him desperately, his tongue thrusting inside Colton almost as deep as his cock had gone. Then he was back between Colton’s legs, pushing his thighs up, hooking Colton’s knees over his shoulders. “Want to see you come,” Nick breathed. “Need to see you.”
Colton nodded. He couldn’t speak, not anymore. He felt every inch of Nick as he drove in and out, harder, faster than before, sometimes pulling all the way out before slamming inside Colton again. He clung to Nick’s arms, his fingers leaving ten perfect bruises in a fan over Nick’s biceps. Explosions burst inside him, fireworks that started low in his belly and rose, consuming him like he was burning alive.
Sweat-soaked skin slapped against sweat-soaked skin, Nick’s hips against his, over and over and over again. “Colton.” Nick’s voice was an urgent growl. “Colton, Colton…”
He moaned. Gasped as Nick’s cock pounded his ass, pounded that place, dragged a thousand nights of perfect pleasure from him, like every second was the moment they’d won the championship. No, it was better than that. Nothing could ever beat this moment, this feeling of Nick and him. Nick inside him.
Nick’s eyes went wide, frantic, and he stared down at Colton like he was trying to memorize everything about him. He thrust, then shouted he pushed his cock as deep as he could into Colton.
Liquid heat scalded Colton’s ass, a flood of Nick’s come filling him.
White light seared him, like he was staring at a nuclear blast. He arched his back and ground onto Nick’s cock, his own dick spasming as he screamed and his entire body seemed to tear apart. Shatter and then reform, like an explosion going forward and backward in time at the moment of detonation. Perfect, pure pleasure, so much he thought he’d died.
Nick kept going, thrusting into Colton as he collapsed on top of him. He buried his sweaty face in Colton’s neck and groaned, his hips and his dick still trying to merge with Colton. Come squelched with his every movement, a river soaking Colton’s ass and the mattress beneath him.
Hunger softened, eventually. Nick’s lips carved a path from Colton’s neck to his jaw, then to his quivering mouth.
I love you I love you I love you—
“Colton,” Nick whispered.
Colton cradled Nick’s face and kissed him as his vision went watery and burning tears began a slow slide down his temples.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Did you try calling again?”
